The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

All of Arnold's resentment had flown right out the window the moment he saw Asher.

Asher said, "You must've been worn out over the past few days. You haven't eaten yet, right?"

He lifted the plastic bag in his hand, waving it in front of Arnold. "I remember you saying you don't eat carbs, but if you're feeling pressured or exhausted, you would reward yourself with some fried chicken. I bought fried chicken for you. I'm not sure which flavor you like, so I bought a few."

Arnold's throat bobbed, salivating with anticipation.

In the end, he still let the man in.

However, Arnold maintained a little of his pride and gave Asher a cold face, sitting on the chair indifferently as he tried hard not to look at the handsome man.

"As a doctor, saving lives is my duty. Even if it's not Chairman Thompson, I'll still do my best. You don't need to be so polite."

"Are you mad?" Ignoring his indifference, Asher asked softly instead.

Arnold's eyelashes fluttered. "Who... Who's mad?"

mad, why

face flushed, and he subconsciously glanced at the mirror on the

reflection, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes and

fried chicken from the plastic bag and opened the boxes, placing them in front of Arnold. He had even prepared plastic gloves, being considerate in every

hard." His voice was

heart skipped a beat, and he met Asher's deep gaze in

my family is here, and my father is sick. I am the eldest son. I have to take care of my father, comfort my family, and still make time to go

nose tingled again. He quickly grabbed a fried chicken and took a bite. "Why are

as he stared at him. "Eat more. You've lost

it tastes fine, but remember to bring ketchup next time. My favorite is still the original flavor dipped

curling in a satisfied angle. "Oh, you're sweet I guess

"Yes." Asher nodded seriously.

his pretty face magnifying in Asher's eyes. "Then

long eyelashes lifted slightly. His dark eyes glinted with charm, drawing